IwaOi Drabbles/Oneshots

insecurities

There's nothing there.

Oikawa shook his head again in frustration, readjusting his angle in front of the mirror. This time, it's a slight side profile, as if he were turning around in a chair. Eyes scanning down his figure, his lips pressed into a frown, as he failed to notice any new changes since his new squat regimen that he began last month.

His frown pulled even more on the corners of his mouth when he pushed his hips back as much as he could without any further result.

Conclusion: he really was a door.

Flattykawa, Door-u. His friends were always joking about it, but it wasn't until he had scrolled through TikTok for the first time that he realized just how true it was. Sure, he wasn't naturally gifted with desirable curves or ass, which usually showed up more in the female sex. But, there were still lots of other people with plenty of curves who weren't necessarily female. Shaking his head and slamming the door, Oikawa cursed as he saw yet another string of Seijoh group chat messages, almost all of them sending TikToks or commenting on them. Agitated, he put his phone on silent and burrowed deep under the covers of his bed, as if he could disappear into the plush, warmth and never get back up.

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Someone was banging on his door.

"Oikawa. Oikawa!" A pause, a muffled thud. "Open the damn door, Shittykawa. I know you're here."

Who let him come up to my room? Oikawa wondered, exasperated. Although he was refreshed from what seemed to be a short nap — scratch that, a 2-hour nap, per the time on his phone — he didn't want to see his boyfriend at the moment, the lingering feelings from earlier still ghosting through his body. He closed his eyes and prayed that Iwaizumi would take the hint and let him be.

He got a new round of fists on his door, instead.

Why did I even think that would work...

"Tooru! I swear to God, if you do not open this door in five seconds, I am breaking it down." Iwaizumi growled, shoving yet another fist against the door for emphasis. "You know I will."

Trying to hold back a rush of tears, Oikawa whimpered out a "Iwa-chan, please just go." The noise stopped instantly. Little did he know, Iwaizumi had reeled back in shock, worried lines settling over his face.

"Tooru, baby, what's wrong?" Iwaizumi's tone was gentle, affection and worry twisting into his words. "Are you okay?"

When he didn't get any response, his anxiety worsened. "Did I do something? Did I make you uncomfortable? Baby, please just talk to me." Iwaizumi pressed his forehead to the door, running the last 24 hours through his head to try to figure out what was wrong. Was it something I said at practice? No, I— or was I being too mean? Feeling guilt twist in his gut, Iwaizumi began to wonder if he had went too far with his gruff personality. Fuck, I need to—

The door opened, Oikawa appearing before him. As soon as Iwaizumi registered the puffy eyes and lips quirked downward, his guilt immediately doubled.

"Oh god, Tooru. What happened, love?"

Glancing at Iwaizumi's fear-stricken expression, so worried, so open with affection, he broke down, crumpling onto the bed. His shoulders wracked with sobs as he felt Iwaizumi's strong arms wrap around his waist. Once he registered Iwaizumi's presence, Oikawa felt the feather-light touch of Iwaizumi's lips press against his forehead, soothing murmurs of It's okay, Tooru, I'm here. I'm here now.

Iwaizumi didn't try to coax a response in this moment. He let the silence lay a blanket of calm over Oikawa, instead opting to trail kisses over Oikawa's delicate facial features. Humming with delight, Iwaizumi began to kiss Oikawa's cheeks, down to his chin, even further down the slope of his neck, and across the dips of his collarbones. He began to hear Oikawa's breathing slow down, pace returning to that of normalcy, and sighed contentedly. Nuzzling the crook of his neck, he began to murmur You're so beautiful, Tooru, and I love you wherever he kissed him.

The kisses repelled the tension, relaxing Oikawa until he fully cuddled up to Iwaizumi. As if to say 'thank you', Oikawa reached up to softly comb his fingers through Iwaizumi's hair, something that he knew he liked, earning him a soft hum.

"Iwa-chan."

Iwaizumi turned his face towards Oikawa's, cupping his cheek, eyebrows slightly raised in an encouraging expression.

"Earlier I was, um, looking at myself in the mirror," Oikawa murmured, head slightly tilted down at the comforter. Iwaizumi kept quiet, but clasped Oikawa's delicate hand into a gentle embrace.

Oikawa swallowed. "I was looking, ya know, because I had started that new squat workout to try to, to try and, um, improve my figure."

Iwaizumi squeezed his hand. Oikawa finally looked up at him, eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I didn't like what I saw. I didn't like it at all. All I kept seeing was someone who wasn't pretty enough, someone who wasn't the best that you could have, Iwa-chan. I look like a rectangle, for fucks sake."

Oikawa couldn't stop the rest from tumbling out.

"I couldn't stop seeing some of those other TikTok guys, how you might want that, how you might discover that you want more than what I can give you," he rambled, a desperate edge to his voice that had Iwaizumi wanting to shield him from these horrible, horrible thoughts. Taking a deep breath, Oikawa straightened his back, attempting a wobbly smile. "If you realize one day that you don't love me anymore, it's okay. I'll understand. There's so much better out there, Iwa-chan, so many others who—"

Iwaizumi snapped.

"Oikawa Tooru, what are you saying? Do you even hear yourself?" Forcing Oikawa to look at him, Iwaizumi cradled his face in his hands, blocking everything else out until all Oikawa could see was the face of the boy who loved him.

"I will never, ever stop loving you, Tooru. I don't care what you look like, or that you have a shitty personality, or that you sometimes are just an overall pain-in-the-ass. Don't you get it?" Iwaizumi was breathing hard now, eyes wild, saying please listen to me, please believe this.

"I adore you."

Another breath.

"I don't care about all of those things, because that's what makes you you. I don't care about any of this superficial shit, because I want you. No one else. No one else makes me feel the way that you do, and I don't want anyone else to love me this way but you."

Oikawa's expression is one of shock, completely incredulous, and almost comical with his wide eyes and flushed cheeks.

"You're it for me, Tooru. You're everything."

And Oikawa melted into his embrace.

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"Who knew that my insecurities would start one of the hottest rounds we've had, eh Iwa-chan?" Oikawa giggled, biting back a squeal as Iwaizumi playfully slapped his forearm in exasperation. "Mean, Iwa-chan! I'm in love with a brute."

Rolling his eyes, Iwaizumi leaned over to press another kiss to Oikawa's forehead, relishing in his low whimper as he did so. Then to his cheek. Then to his lips.

The kisses didn't stop there.